Sunday, September 11, 2011

In Rememberance Of 9-11

When I Look At The American Flag

© Brandon Piazzola
When I just even glance at the American Flag, I feel a surge of pride.
The stripes and stars gleam in the morning, as we put it up to rise outside.

I think of the people long ago fighting for our rights.
When I am looking at the great flag, I think of being in those long ago fights.

when I think of the flag, I think of being free,
When I think of America, it's a great place to be.

When we think of the flag, I realize that horrendous date, nine eleven.
I think of those noble people who went to work and sadly passed on to heaven.

I think of the two towers, proudly up high.
They were sadly gone in one night.

I can't imagine the people running down those long winding stairs.
Those people must have been dodging those fiery glares.

The man on the plane trying to stop the terrorists' way is a hero to me.
I think that is the way every body should try to be.

When I look at the American Flag, I think of all the many blessings I have.
I have a family, a house, a school, and a best friend named Trav.

The American Flag is a great symbol to me.
I hope that everybody can see what I see.

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